The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 134

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 134: I’m a Loser**

In the midst of the training field, the air crackled with anticipation, and all eyes were fixed on the intense showdown unfolding before them. Thora’s movements were a blur, her dodges remarkably swift and precise. Each time Tristan lunged, his strikes barely grazed her, a testament to her agility and skill.

Tristan’s jaw clenched tightly, the muscles in his face taut with determination. The blue wolf power surged around him like a tempest, vibrant and fierce. He had decided to unleash his full strength, no longer holding back in the face of his formidable opponent.

The spectators, a mix of rookies and seasoned veterans, stood frozen, captivated by the display of power and skill. It was as if they were witnessing a masterclass in combat, every move executed flawlessly, every dodge perfectly timed.

Harvey, Ashton, and Luke watched with bated breath, their eyes wide with disbelief and admiration. The veterans, who had previously dismissed Thora, now wore expressions of seriousness, their respect for her growing with each passing moment.

As Tristan swung again, missing his target, Thora seized the opportunity. In a flash, she darted forward, expertly hooking his arm and launching a strike towards his side. Tristan attempted to pivot and counter, but found his shoulder immobilized, trapped in her grasp.

Panic flickered in his mind as he struggled, a realization dawning upon him: his strength was waning, slipping away like sand through his fingers. Thora’s fingertips glowed with the raw essence of wolf power, her grip unyielding as she pressed down, rendering him powerless.

In one swift motion, she yanked him back, her palm crashing into his chest before transforming into a fist. The sound of impact echoed loudly, a sharp crack that resonated through the air. Pain exploded in his chest as he was propelled backward, tumbling twice before landing on one knee, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and respect. Blood trickled from his mouth, the metallic taste a bitter reminder of his defeat.

Thora stood over him, her expression unreadable, yet a flicker of appreciation danced in her eyes. With a calm authority, she turned her gaze towards the other three veterans. “Your turn,” she stated, her voice steady and unwavering.

The veterans exchanged apprehensive glances, the weight of the moment settling in. If Thora could best Tristan, then they had no delusions about their own chances against her. Pride quickly dissipated, replaced by a unified resolve as they charged forward, ready to engage in a three-on-one battle.

The training field erupted into chaos, wolf powers colliding with a ferocity that sent shockwaves through the air. Thora remained composed, her wolf power seamlessly intertwining with her fighting prowess. Each strike she delivered turned their own momentum against them, locking them in place without inflicting fatal harm.

Thud! Thud! Thud! The sound of their bodies hitting the ground resonated like a drumbeat of defeat.

In the end, only Thora stood tall, her expression unchanged, as if the fierce clashes had merely been a series of warm-ups.

“I’m a loser!” one shouted.
“I’m a loser!” another echoed.
“I’m a loser!” the last chimed in, their voices ringing out in unison.

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